Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Reporting to Master and Madam, something terrible has happened!" Just then, a servant rushed in.

"Tell me quickly, what exactly happened?" Huang Jiayu felt inexplicably flustered.

"Reporting to Madam, Young Master Lin has been arrested." The servant's voice was hurried, and his face was somewhat flustered.

"But Zhang Mingfang arrested him?" Huang Jiayu's heart was pounding.

She even suspected that Lin Ping had traded himself for Meng Qingfan, becoming a hostage.

Huang Jiayu secretly made a decision: no matter how much money it cost, she would redeem him.

The servant shook his head and said, "It wasn't Zhang Mingfang who captured him."

He even thought that since Zhang Mingfang was dead, he wouldn't have the ability to arrest people anymore.

"Who is so bold as to arrest someone in broad daylight?" Huang Jiayu was furious. She couldn't understand who would do such a thing.

Lin Ping came to her aid and has no enemies in the capital, so he's probably taking the blame for the Meng family.

"Yes, they are government officials," the servant explained tremblingly. "Young Master Lin killed Zhang Mingfang and has been imprisoned in the death row."

The voice wasn't loud, but every word was powerful and informative.

"What? Lin'er killed someone? And she's been locked up in death row?" Huang Jiayu immediately felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

It is clear that Lin Ping killed Meng Qingfan in order to save her.

This is indeed a huge, heavy burden that the Meng family has been unfairly blamed for.

"Help me up, I need to go to the government office to plead for Lin'er." Huang Jiayu gasped for breath, her face as pale as paper.

Lin Ping is not only Chu Qing's son, but also her prospective son-in-law. Now that he's in prison for the sake of the Meng family, how can she just sit idly by?

“That’s a capital offense for murder, what use would you be if you went?” Meng Yuanping shouted.

Since ancient times, commoners have never fought against officials. Moreover, he was the kind of person who was timid and afraid of trouble. It was impossible for him to challenge the authority of the government for the sake of Lin Ping, who was completely unrelated to him.

At worst, we can buy him a coffin; that would be more than enough.

“Meng Yuanping, Lin’er killed people to save Fan’er. Don’t you feel any remorse saying this?” Huang Jiayu stared at him, heartbroken, never expecting him to say such a thing.

"Take good care of Ge'er and Fan'er. I'm going to the government office myself." Huang Jiayu gave a cold look and stormed out.

As it turned out, Meng Yuanping was right.

Huang Jiayu was stopped at the entrance of the government office and didn't even get to see the prefect. She was almost charged with disrupting court proceedings.

Even so, she did not back down and remained kneeling at the entrance of the government office, waiting for the prefect to appear.

Whether she does it or not is her attitude; whether it succeeds or not is the will of Heaven.

Lin Ping squatted in the corner of the cell, not particularly flustered, and even felt a sense of familiarity.

This was neither the first time he had been imprisoned nor the most dangerous.

If someone who has been through countless battles didn't even have this much mental fortitude, how could he command an army?

"Brother jailer, can you let me out? I'll pay you whatever it takes." Lin Ping chuckled. He suddenly realized that he couldn't just sit and wait to die; he had to find any way to escape.

For example, this jailer has a dark complexion and a furrowed brow, which suggests that he has encountered some difficulties at home, which money can solve.

Lin Ping needs to grasp the vulnerable side of people's hearts and cater to their preferences.

The jailer was indeed moved: "Get out of here, or I'll chop you up if you keep babbling!"

Lin Ping was, after all, made of flesh and blood. Faced with the gleaming blade, he immediately took a few steps back.

"How much can you give?" the man asked coldly.

"Done?" Lin Ping was caught off guard and hurriedly replied, "Until you are satisfied."

"Let me make this clear first, I'm not after wealth and luxury; I'm just taking pity on you," the jailer said earnestly, which rekindled Lin Ping's confidence in escaping.

"You wait here, I'll go steal the key from the head constable right now," the jailer said, patting his chest.

"You f***ing don't have the key?" Lin Ping's heart sank into an ice cave. Soon he heard a scream, which meant that the jailer had been decapitated.

This is a death row cell. You think you can just bribe a jailer to escape?

A bit naive.

Taking advantage of the early hour and before the city gates were closed, Rou'er secretly slipped into the imperial city.

Normally, she wouldn't be qualified to enter the imperial city based on her status, but she used Lin Ping's method and slipped several hundred taels of silver to the guards, which worked.

After nightfall, the guards in the imperial city would conduct their routine patrols, and Rou'er could only hide in the stinking ditches on both sides of the road.

The weather was bitterly cold after the snowfall, and Rou'er's clothes were soaked with foul water, making her shiver uncontrollably.

Even though her little hands were red and numb from the cold, Rou'er didn't complain or back down.

That night, she not only had to fight against the cold, but also against drowsiness.

She persevered, but her hands were so frozen they wouldn't obey her commands.

He crawled out of the stinking ditch, covered in mud and so filthy that he was unrecognizable, attracting countless cold stares from the neighbors.

Following Lin Ping's instructions, she arrived near the Governor's Mansion and patiently waited for her target to appear.

To avoid arousing suspicion among the nearby guards, she had to suppress the longing in her eyes.

Meanwhile, the government office had already opened a court hearing, and Lin Ping, wearing shackles on his head, knelt in the main hall in a sorry state.

He knew that if he didn't kneel down voluntarily, his legs would definitely be broken by the water and fire sticks.

A true man knows when to yield and when to stand firm; the grievances he suffers today will be repaid tenfold in the future.

"Lin'er!" Upon seeing Lin Ping, Huang Jiayu, who was kneeling outside the government office, became somewhat frantic. In the end, she was not qualified to enter the main hall and was blocked by several soldiers.

Inside the Meng residence, Meng Qingge, lying in bed, was awakened by a nightmare.

"Fan'er, no!"

Her face turned deathly pale again, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped from her forehead.

"Miss, you're finally awake," Yun'er said, rubbing her eyes, clearly having been crying.

"Help me up, I'm going to kill Zhang Mingfang," Meng Qingge said through gritted teeth, wishing she could tear Zhang Mingfang apart.

“Zhang Mingfang is dead, killed by Young Master Lin.” Yun’er hurriedly said, “Young Master is alright, he has already woken up.”

"Fan'er isn't dead?" Meng Qingge opened her mouth wide in excitement, ignoring her physical discomfort, and ran barefoot into Meng Qingfan's room.

Although the other person had a bandage wrapped around their neck, they were eating porridge with the help of servants and were clearly not in any danger.

Meng Qingge hugged the other person and wept bitterly. Her dying heart suddenly came back to life.

"Where is Young Master Lin?" After calming down, Meng Qingge suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Young Master Lin has been arrested and imprisoned, and is currently being tried in court." Yun'er's tears began to fall again, clearly thinking of something painful.

Her reaction was no different from Huang Jiayu's, or even more exaggerated. She still went barefoot and rushed frantically towards the government office, disregarding not only her physical weakness but also the image that a young lady should have.

The ending was the same; she could only cry in her mother's arms.

"Who is below?" the prefect asked as usual, though he even considered skipping the step.